chelsealavone

As a scorpio, it's very hard for me to take the advice of "letting go". This summer has been a lesson in seeing people for who they are. They aren't made of nothing but water and shit. We come into this world on our own, and we leave alone. MY life is fantastic, it's everyone else's bullshit that keeps me in this state of stress and anxiety. But why? Not my problem.

But I make it mine, I always have. I have always been the one to want to "fix" people, and feel a sense of guilt if I abandoned those in time of need, I am forever a care taker. But don't get me wrong, I am a fucking CUNT. And there are MANY people in this world that think I am satan in her purest form. But this stems from my extreme amount of love. Love can grow to resentment in a moments time. And once I resent, you better fucking run for the hills. But my anger is not because I am truly mad, it's because of hurt. I stand by the whole "eye for an eye" motto, no matter what you hippie fucks say.

I cannot merely stand stagnate while someone twists a blade, through the front or back. I must feel some sort of justice, as sometimes... the Karma Police just don't have the time to serve the law of the universe.